Bestial laughing, lashing, ochre blasts, Seep into the slaves of sly restraint. Roll they will and cry to nameless pasts But clouds do seal from the healing paint. Darkness falls like stinging rain, Gravestones churn and spit their treasures, Trees do clash and flail their useless wings. Titan of the Mountain, caged for censures Stab your oppressor before rainbows drain. For Chronos’ hand around your pain Dares not squeeze to end all things. Indignation forms in moldy souls, The heart explodes, the rust retreats. Courage hearkens to the hand that doles This stubborn pride that summons fleets. A cynic’s eye casts out the apathetic fool. Destructive visions stir the streams Of anger and bubbling vanity. Thousands cast their lots into the pool, To unstop flukes and raze the beams That uphold class and sew tight seams. A blooming plume to topple insanity. The day is here that scans God’s book Erasing shameful, murderous stains That by heinous crime forsook The glorious light of God’s loving look. These surging masses rally forth Trampling streets to ashen dust Destroying all within their grasp Like sulking toddlers haply must Derange the face of that once trust. Order flounders beneath their gains Immortal still, yet screaming in pain.
Reason for writing:
It is a response to the turmoil that surrounds and taints social upheaval.
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